Still no lights in the gent's lavatory. It makes life interesting. The Davy lamp that was in my old office has gone walkabout so we're still in the dark: we couldn't take in candles (ooh matron!) or, indeed, light our farts as this would trigger the over-sensitive fire alarm.
It wouldn't look good in the papers:
HELMINTHDALE SHOPPING CENTRE EVACUATED BECAUSE LIBRARIAN NEEDED A CRAP